Forest Elves

My long red/blonde streaked braided hair swished in the wind, with sword in hand I looked down on my kill while standing on top of it, a dragon. There are different dragons in the world some good, some bad, and some in-between. I swiftly jumped off my prey, hit the ground and stood with my purple blood stained sword, Goliath, in hand. Goliath is my sword, it was named that for a reason, it is a long sleek giant sword. My Grandfather knew I was ready to wield it this year because of my sixteenth birthday, I was training with it, or breaking it in. By the way I’m no ordinary person, I’m a wood elf. You may think all we do is gather supplies, chop trees, and sing songs while working, your sadly mistaken. Rule number one: never underestimate a wood elf. Sometimes people call us forest elves, and to be perfectly honest I like that better.

We hunt, we wield, we live. Forest elves can be mistaken as humans but once you see our irregular magical eyes, our creamy skin, long pointed embroidered ears, and giant weapons you’ll never underestimate us again. You could say some of us our stubborn, and I am one of them. My mother is tough, she makes the water repellent fabric and other fabrics for hunting. She has a shop in town, you could say she’s a tailor but that would be underestimating her as well. As stubborn as I am, I won’t work in town with her, I can’t sit in one place for that long I have to hunt. When my mother gave birth to me on the night of the full moon, I was dead (or so they thought). Even though I looked dead I could hear their anguishing screams, something inside of me burst . It looked like something was attacking me from the inside, no one knew what was happening. I was lifted into the air and a blue light came from the moon and covered my tiny body. Taking my first breath, I looked around then fell asleep.

I was always special even though I didn’t know how but I knew I’d figure it out so I put it aside and waited to find out. Scraping the purple blood of my sword onto a patch of grass I wondered where my father was this moment. He was most likely off on one of his hunting adventures. I always admired my father with his short chestnut beard and medium long chestnut hair. Dressed in green for camouflage his leather boots with brass buckles and a brown/green hooded cloak with a tree emblem. His long shining dwarven battle sword, Zeus, standing in the sunlight peering through the clouds with his long ivory bow, Atheidas, with his leather deer skin quiver full of cherry wood arrows with hawk feathers as the quills.

My father is my hero, knowing everything he’s done, fighting in the war, hunting dragons and giant beasts. I’ve always wanted to be just like him. Everyday when we go to the woods to pray and worship God, his voice is so deep and thick. One talent I was really gifted with was my voice, it was light like a feather and somewhat rich like syrup we get from our forest’s maple trees. I loved to sing, I was embarrassed to sing around anyone except myself and animals. Leaving the endlessly blank plain, walking through the ancient giant forest with my sword slung on my back and my daggers in my belt, I thought I wonder what made this forest grow so large, nothing could be more glorious! Ok, well maybe a lot of things could be, but walking in this forest is so peacefully and emotions escape me. My souls at rest it feels like I’m dead, but walking. It’s such a different feeling, but I love it, I hear birds echoing in the large place, streams rushing, breeze blowing, a somewhat sweet yet tangy smell. The forest was one of my favorite places to be, I have so many secret spots that I visit all the time.

I glanced up at the sky, then started to stare something was flying, squinting up into the sky I gasped. Taking out my binoculars (made out of leather and glass) I peered up into the sky to see a glistening dagger dragon. Almost mistaking it for a “he” I caught a glance of something between its wings but it steered right to quickly for me to get a good look at it. Curiosity filled my mind while I stuffed my binoculars back into their leather case and into my pack. Thirst overcame my curiosity so I pulled out my drinking horn from my bag and gulped down the cold mint water. Whenever I go hunting my sisters make me special water (on a hot summers day I watched them make it), first they get out a large glass jar with a spigot. Then they fill it with purified water from a special lake, they go out into a corner of a field where a mint patch mysteriously grows. They pick bunches, careful not rip it from the roots, then they mix it in with the water and let it sit in the sun for hours to brew. Once it’s done brewing you add a spoon of wild clover honey then keep stirring, now it’s hot but smells so refreshing and mouth watering. They take it to a pond and let it sit in the shaded water, chilling waiting to be drunk right up.

The thought of all of this made me smile while I drank the slight sweet mint water, such a drink was favored by us but we do have many others as well. I sat on a rock that was small and then looked at a large rock across from me, smiling I ran to it and started to climb up and up and up. Thinking I would never stop climbing I reached the top of the boulder. Looking out from the top the trees were still miles above me, wild life and nature were below my mischievously twinkling blue eyes. I was watching a group of squirrels play tag in a patch of grass, and a butterfly couple fluttering about in the sun light. My eyes spotted a wild hare hiding in a bush and peeking out once and a while. A circle of mushrooms stood proudly while a lady bug rushed to the other side of the mushroom as fast as it could. It was amazing to see all the creatures unafraid and unaware of what was outside the forest, and what was really going on. But instead they were all at peace. Deeper in the wood I could see a group of deer leading across the streams and rocks bounding so brilliantly not knowing if one would be picked off by a dragon as a very small snack.

I heard a voice deep in the wood calling my name most likely one of my sisters, either Arawen, Hazel, or Blair. I squinted into the endless forest to see nothing just whispering of my name through the woods. I wanted to wait and ignore the whispers of my name, and if they really wanted me to come they’d come and get me themselves. But, that attitude would have mother putting me to work in the kitchen for a week! I hate working in the kitchen, it’s so stuffy like your being strangled on a very hot summers day. Everything is so noisy and I’m always falling over things and dropping everything I cook. I’m such a klutz in the kitchen, and that’s one out of many reason why I hate working in the kitchen. I walked to where I could see the face that called my name and it was my second younger sister, Hazel.
“ Mother told me to come and get you to help in the kitchen.”
“ You know I’m not going!”
“ Mother told me you’d be like this so she said if you didn’t help tonight you’d have to work in it all by yourself for a week.”
Frustrated I took out my blade and threw it into an oak tree. Startled Hazel screamed: “ You don’t have to get angry at me because your the stubborn one that never takes your share.”
“ Are we really going to fight in the middle of the forest?”
I went over to my blade a ripped it out of the tree in one pull.
“ I’m not the one fighting!”
“ Then you must be blind because I’m not screaming.”
I said very calmly. She stared at the blade in my hand.
“ Are you going to kill me?”
“ Don’t be silly, I may be mad at the moment but I wouldn’t kill you even if I was more upset than I am now.”
“ Then what are you going to do?”
“ Nothing. Why should I do anything?”
“ No reason.”
“ I’m not coming with you!”
“ Stop being stubborn and just do what you’re told. You better follow me back to the house or mother’s going to have to have Brewtone come after you.”
I remember the big brute that guards our live stock and comes over for dinner sometimes, he always told the best stories.

Reluctantly my sister dragged me along side her (not risking to have me behind her) thoughts of anger burst into my head. I clenched my teeth and made fists of my calm hands. My anger masked me and I didn’t speak. Going into the kitchen I awaited my depressing orders.
“ Ebony, you’re going to make dinner for us tonight.”
I didn’t speak, I just nodded my head and tried to make something edible other than just basic food. Tearing out a cookbook from a shelf I found a page that said beef stew (and while I read over the directions I was stirring up a plan to escape) and instantly started following restless commands from a stupid book. I love to read but when it comes to cookbooks I move on to a fictional story or a dragon history book. Slaving over a hot fire and raging oven, I almost collapsed but I knew that the sooner it was finished the sooner I could escape. It was done, I served it and went back into the kitchen and followed the stairs to my chamber. Flinging things into my pack, I then took hold of my sword and other small pouches and packs I would need. Geared with everything I’d need for a month I jumped out of my window swiftly and landed on my feet. I began to run, looking back to make sure no one was behind me I flung my head in front of me and found my mother. Wanting to run my her I tried making a run for it but she just grabbed me and held me in place. Not daring to look at her face I looked down at my leather sandals.

“ Why are you running away?”
Thrusting my words at her like a knife I said sharply,” Because you slave me in a hot kitchen where I don’t belong.”
“ Don’t thrust your words at me.”
“ I’m telling you the truth and expressing how much I dislike it.”
“ I know you don’t like it.”
“ Then why do you make me a slave to it.”
“ Because you need to.”
“ Because I need to, or because you want me to.”
“ A kitchen is where a girl resides.”
“ I reside in the forests hunting and trapping. Gathering water isn’t a problem but slaving in a hot kitchen till I collapse isn’t my idea of work. I like hard work, not dainty work why do you think I have blisters on my hands. Training with weapons and learning medical skills is what I enjoy. Not sewing and dancing and making daisy chains.”
Holding up my hands I showed her my blistered red hands.

“ You were always stubborn.”
“ And I’d like to stay that way doing what I like to do.”
“ Alright.”
“ What?”
“ Alright. If you like hard-”
“ I love hard work.”
“ Don’t cut me off. Since you “love” hard work, training, and gathering then you can do those things. I was just testing you to see if you fell into the spell of cooking and house work. But you aren’t like your sisters. You’re like your father, head strong, tough, and not afraid to get dirty. But will bathe.”
Trying to rip this angry mask off I replaced it with a serious one. I gave my mother a stubborn glance then said.
“ This was a test?”
“ Yes, it was.”
“ Please, don’t test me anymore.”
“ I think that could be in order.”
“ Good.”
“ Well, let’s go back and get you something to eat then you can rest.”

I came back with my mother to the house, had some leftover stew, and then washed up for bed. Angry thoughts still brewed in my mind but I was calm now. But, for some reason now I was angry. I’m so angry! My mom always forces me into things that I don’t want to do let alone be told to do. Why can’t I runaway? Why can’t I go on an adventure? Why can’t I escape a frickin kitchen? I need to calm down. I need to relax. Breath, Ebony, breath. I calmed myself down and tried to get through the rest of the night. Finally I got to sleep but I felt so restless I had no idea how I had. The next morning I felt better but something was missing. Getting up I looked around curious to see if something in the room or out my window would help me remember but nothing did. I shrugged away the missing thought, and decided after five minutes of day dreaming to get dressed and eat breakfast. Going down stairs I looked at everyones faces my youngest sister, Arawen, looked like she was about to burst out laughing. My second youngest sister, Hazel, looked expression less but had mischief in her green eyes. And last my oldest sister, Blair, looked as she always did, pretty with a glint of hope and maturity. My mother looked happy (which is a stray odd because I knew how much she missed father) but mostly mysterious which gave me curiosity for about 3 seconds. Then the curiosity ran out. We ate breakfast then all split up for the morning chores and activities we usually did (except for me (I’m always running off to hunt or be alone)).

The whole village seemed strange that morning which was disturbing my troubled mind, so I went into a special grove of trees, (where we get special drinking and cooking water) bringing a large porcelain jug with me to get some water. Wind whispered in the trees that surrounded the sweet smelling pool, the crystal clear water looked so mouth water I had to take a gulp of it. I scooped up the pure water in my drinking horn and drunk till my thirst was quenched. One thing anyone should know is that all the water sources in the forest were of the purest water you could find. After refreshing myself I filled the water jug to the very top and hauled it back to the village. My sisters were done with their chores by the time I filled 7 water jugs. Heading back to get three more jugs of water I noticed everyone was decorating around the village (curiouser and curiouser). Once I finished getting water and was almost in the door to my house, I guess my mother and sister’s couldn’t contain themselves any longer. “ Happy Birthday!” My face was as shocked as my mind. My birthday? My birthday! I forgot my own birthday! That’s what my mind was missing this morning.

Everyone was running around and doing things like a pack of wild dogs getting ready for dinner, my grandfather strode up with his animal carved walking stick. “ Shall we go for a walk in the woods, and talk?”
“ Why not. Sounds like a good idea, since everyone’s so busy.”
So we were headed into the ancient wood. Something seemed special about this day, not just because it was my birthday. But, something in the air made my stomach clench till I thought I would puke, but I tried to keep it together.
“ There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you since you were four years old and already begging your father to take you on hunting trips.”
I smiled at the thought of me tugging on my fathers cloak and begging him to take me and watch him hunt.
“ If you wanted to tell me so long ago, why didn’t you?”
“ Because what I’m going to tell you I had to wait till you were sixteen.”
It must be really important if he had to wait 12 years just to tell me something I have no clue about.
“ Then please continue.”
“ Ever since you were born, you’ve had a special gift. But, it’s been contained since you came back, and it’s to be awakened when you turn sixteen at the rise of the full moon. Which is going to be tonight.”
You’ve got to be kidding me, great I’m an even bigger freak than I am already.
“ Anyway, you will inherit the powers from your grandmother.”
He paused, sorrow looked like they filled his eyes then passed away as if know one could see, but I did. I don’t remember my grandmother much, she died when I was three. But I do remember her chestnut hair with gray highlights flowing down to her hips. Her ears were peaches and cream with raspberry colored spirals on the tips. She always looked like she was Spring come to concur Winter. I remember her holding me when I was born (after the whole incident of course), and when I meet her arms I felt a calmness come over me, I felt at peace. I wish I could feel that way now. But, I didn’t like this awkward silence anymore so I asked him to continue.

“ Do you have Goliath?”
I pulled out my sword from its sheath, it shone in the sunset.
“ I see you’ve been keeping it polished and clean.”
“ I would never leave a sword like Goliath dirty and rusty.”
“ I’m glad to here your so responsible of such a glorious blade. Goliath, is yours now be responsible of him and remember he is more than just a sword.”
I nodded a reply.
“ Alright now what I’m about to tell you is very important, promise to never tell anyone!”
Again, I nodded.
“ I might not live because I’m telling you this but for the sake of our village I will pass it on to you.”
He looked around cautiously making sure no one was eavesdropping or spying on us. Lowering his voice a little more than a whisper he began to tell me this:” There is a dark sorcerer who lives in the brimstone mountains of Ragnarock. He sends down dragons and beasts of large scales to concur the woods, to kill, and make human, elf, animal, and every other kind of thing that’s living a slave. No one has lived to tell the tale of the dark sorcerer, or even to learn his name. But, there are many other things of secret.”

Pausing for a bit (after telling me more) to make sure no hint of confusion was on my face, then he went on,” There is many things I would love to tell you of but I fear I’ve told you to much.” He looked around again, then I thought I heard a small shrieking noise. My grandfather’s face got stiff he pulled up his walking stick and said,” By the light of the almost risen moon alight my humbly carved stick to use as something of mighty strength. The force around my grandfather blew me backward into a rock, I went head first and then everything went black. I woke up to my grandfather standing calmly, eyes closed on the sod of the forest with a giant blade in hand, it looked so magnificent with the animal carving alined on the front and back and an elven name was length wise between the two sets of animals “ Eine`” was her name. Suddenly my grandfather shot his eyes open to see a shadow beast, I shrunk to the ground trying not to breath and trying to blend in. He then shouted,” Eine`, raise your head and strike which lurks about in the shadows!” The sword became a lit my grandfather flew up into the sky and looked on the forest below, coming down like a dragon diving for it’s prey he scathed the shadow beast. It shrieked and then made a ringing noise that made my ear drums ring as well, I struggled on the ground and so did my grandfather. Then it stopped the shadow beast trod over to my grandfather I could see it bend down to the ground facing my grandfathers painfully closed eyes couldn’t sense his enemy. To my horror the beast then stabbed it’s tail into my grandfathers back, his eyes shot open and slowly began to turn white, black stained blood flowed from his eyes. He stood up came over near me and spoke,” Remember-remember....” He fell to his knees then began to disappear I grabbed his hand but he was already gone. I’m dreaming, I have to be dreaming. I’m just loosing my mind, I’m seeing things because it’s sunset. I’ll prove to myself that he’s still there. I’ll just walk back and find him writing in his cabin with a kettle on for tea.

Stubbornly convinced I walked back calmly to our village and to my grandfathers house. It was empty I went to his study and found nothing but papers and scrolls, I looked in the kitchen no kettle boiling over the fire. No one was there. My spine started to shiver and I whipped my half braided long hair around. I ran into his study and found the map my grandfather told me about. Hearing my grandfathers previous words in my head I recorded them. Now Ebony this is what you’re to do. Go to my cabin and into my study, I have a collection of maps and notebooks filled with the things you’ll need to know. Go to my library and find a book that says Ridgebrook Dragons, it has a a key inside that unlocks a chest underneath a loose floor board beneath my writing table in the chest you’ll find valuable items that will help you on your quest. By studying the stars and talking to a few friends I know I’ve heard that the dark sorcerer is going to destroy the grounds that we live and make every living thing here a slave. Please this quest can only be handed off to you because you have the power to accomplish this. Also there might be something that you might find but I can’t udder a word. I accepted half thinking it was false half thinking it was true and I went into his library looking for the “R” section. A, G, P, R, here we go. Gliding down the isle I looked for the “Ri” books and finally found the book, opening it I found not a book at all but a hide-a-book, with a key inside the caved inn box formation. Taking the key I went back to the study and crawled under the table, knocking on the wood for something that sounded hollow. Knock-knock! Hard. Knock-knock! Hard. Knock-knock! Hollow. Pulling out the nails I was wondering why everything in life is so complicated. Removing the board I found a rather large chest. This is quit big, I wonder what’s inside. Pulling out the chest I saw dirt under it. Curious I wiped away the dirt and found a blue chest that looked irregular size with three locks.

Pulling out the second chest I was very curious what was in both. Opening the first I found a maps, money, two necklaces, a note, fighting gear, leather armor, mythreil chain mail, healing medicine, boots, notebooks, codes, books, and other things I couldn’t name. I also found a set of keys the first key I put in the second chests second lock, it unlocked. Two more to go. The third key I put in the second chests first lock and it unlocked. One more and then I can discover what’s inside. The first key I put in the second chests third lock and it unlocked. Taking of the locks I slowly opened the chest and found.....nothing. Curiosity swarmed my mind. Why would grandfather cover an empty chest with dirt, put a large chest on top, and put the floorboard back over it. Taking my hand I knocked on the floor of the irregular shaped chest. It sounded hollow but I couldn’t lift it up, I felt the black silk on the floor of the chest then felt something jagged. A keyhole! I took another key from the ring of keys I found and put it in the keyhole, it opened. Lifting up the false floor I found something wrapped in velvet. Unwrapping the large velvet wrapped object, I found.....a dragon egg! It’s blue and was somewhat glowing. I could scarcely see the little figure inside. Wrapping the egg back in it’s velvet I put it in a different chest and locked it with the third lock. It probably should be kept warm. Walking into the main room, I had a great idea. With a knife I cut out some of the bricks that covered the outside of the fire place and made a hollow spot, I covered it in hay and then fixed the bricks so they looked like they’d never been touched.
Before I left I hid the chest and put half of the gear in my pack and hid the rest. The dragon egg stuck in my head. What am I supposed to do with it? Apparently I have to take care of it. The note he left me said that it was mine, for my birthday? I felt like a giant question mark. It’s a dragon! A dragon! Hang on.....I could raise it, and train it, and maybe I could use it. What the heck am I saying? Dragons are dangerous. I can’t just raise it and walk around with it at my side. Everyone would freak out. I guess I could hid it in the basement. Since the basement is somewhat like a barn. Look at me rambling on about raising a dragon. The only thing I’ve done involving dragons, is kill them. I need to calm down and think about everything happening. It’s my birthday, I should go clean up. WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT? MY GRANDFATHER DISAPPEARED BEFORE MY VERY EYES!!! At this point I was breathing heavy and I could feel my face fading till there was no color left. Taking a deep breath tears started streaming down my face. I didn’t make a sound, tears just starting bursting out. What’s going on? I never cry. I really never cry, but since my grandfather died I guess I’m sad. Take a deep breath and buck up. Your strong and definitely not a sissy. I understand you’re sad but suck in your gut and go clean up.

Wiping my tears off on my tunic I started to walk to the door when and idea struck me to take the key and lock the door so everything could be safe. Faking a smile I walked back to my house.
“ Hey! Ebony where’ve you been?”
I looked up from watching my boots make prints and saw a few old friends of mine and some people I’ve never seen before.
“ Uh, I was just talking to a relative.”
“ Hi, I’m Luscious.”
I looked up into the eyes of a guy I’ve never meet before, his eyes meet mine and he stared into my blue eyes.
“ Hi, I’m Ebony, we’ve never meet.”
I didn’t offer him a hand and I didn’t seem friendly (more like a bit standoffish).
“ Ya, I’m...new in this village. But I hear it’s your birthday.”
“ Hey Jean! What’s up.”
Not that he wasn’t nice (really what did I care (I don’t!)) but I was getting sick over saying nothing to a new guy.
“ Nothing much. Happy birthday!”
“ Thanks.”
Jean has been a bit of a friend since I was little, but I didn’t have time for friends that much since I hunted and things like that a lot.

I ran upstairs and changed into a fresh blue tunic, black leggings, leather top (to go over my tunic, a light gray cotton cloak, Goliath, a drinking horn, and my favorite leather boots. Running back downstairs I could tell that my siblings were somewhat busy in the kitchen. Not bothering to stop in (I hate the kitchen) I went back outside and decided to take a walk down to the outskirts of the forest (where I killed my last dragon). Looking up at the sky I noticed it was almost dark and they would be putting the lights up soon in the village. Spotting the large rock I climbed up yesterday, I struggled up on top, looking down I looked around the forest floor and spotted something that quickly moved behind a tree, pretty close to where I was. Jumping down off the rock I unsheathed my blade.
“ I know you’re there, whoever you are!”
Silence was all I could hear till the figure stepped out from behind the tree. Ready to cut his head off I stopped.
“ Luscious? What are you doing? Don’t ever sneak up on me like that. I could really kill! And don’t ever forget that!”
“ Are you just trying to give me a hard time?”
“ Don’t joke around with me, or I really will cut your head off!”
He could tell I was serious.
“ Guess your not the joking type.”
“ Let’s get something clear. I kill dragons and hunt beasts. See this sword?”
He nodded.
“ I could do one swipe and your head would be gone! What do you think about them apples?”
“ Actually I love apples!”
“ That’s not what I meant smart alike!”
“ Do you have to shout?”
“ Maybe I do!”
“ Well it’s hurting my ears.”
“ Poor baby, well maybe I should call your mother.”
“ Real funny, immature geek.”
“ What did you call me, punk.”

“ Did you really just go there.”
“ Heck yes I did! Whatcha gonna do about it?”
“ Nothing. I’m not armed.”
“ Then we’ll continue this some other time.”
“ Fine with me over-reactor.”
“ Shut up!”
“ Make me!”
“ This is on!”
“ Is it?”
“ Shut up!”
“ You!”
“ Jerk!”
“ Punk!”
“ Idjit!”
“ Junk digger!”
“ SHUT UP!”
“ Why?”
“ Because I don’t have time for this pointless argument, that you started!”
“ Oh, I started it. Do you have any brains, I mean seriously. Seems like it’s empty.”
Oh he’d done it right then. I full on jumped on him and knocked him backward.
“ This is a little to close.”
“ Shut up, jerk. See this sword, I swear I could cut your head off right now.”
I had the blade at the edge of his throat, ready to pull if he made one more smart alike remark.
“ Okay, okay. I get your lid was pulled off. The only thing I have to see is please don’t kill me.”
“ Fine!”
I removed the blade and sheathed it.
“ What’s wrong with you?”
“ Don’t start.”
“ Why? You seem to have anger management problems.”
I unsheathed the blade and had the point at his heart.
“ Look I’ve had a hard day, now stop the stupid questions.”
Re-sheathing the sword I started to walk away.
“ So are you going to run from everything?”
“ I don’t have time for this.”
“ Like when you ran from your grandfather.”
Catching myself in my foot steps I froze and turned slowly flinching my lip.
“ How do you know about that?”
“ I saw the whole thing.”
“ Then you know why my day’s been bad. Don’t mess with me!”
“ I’m not messing with you. I mean it must be hard.”
“ Like you know what’s hard.”
“ Ya, I do.”
“ Ya well do you want to know what’s hard. Having your dad go off somewhere to hunt, your grandfather die, and your mom a total control freak. Like you know what hard is.”
“ Well, I’m sorry but don’t yell at me because you’ve had a tough life. Who hasn’t?”
“ A lot of people have hard lives, I’m not saying they don’t . But your such a sissy how could you have a hard life?”
“ Your right this is pointless.”
He walked away and instantly I knew that everything I said was what was right, and I didn’t take back anything.

Dipping my head in the stream to cool off I walked back to the village. Paper lanterns were hung up and lit. And there was a canopy with people dancing and talking, it was so loud my ears started hurting. But reluctantly I went in.
“ Happy birthday!”
Everyone shouted the dreadful words into my bleeding ears. I just smiled and thanked everyone. My appetite was growing so I went over to the buffet.
“ Greeting Ebony.”
Said a very goo friend of mine, Finny.
“ Hi finny.”
“ What’s wrong. You seem kinda put out.”
“ I had an argument.”
“ Who with?”
“ Oh, the new guy.”
“ What? The new guy?”
“ Seriously, you have really good ears.”
“ Why do you think they have me on watch.”
“ Oh, ya.”
I filled my plate with bread, meat, cheese, fruit, potatoes, and a big bowl full of stew. After I ate my fill, I came back for cake. To my surprise I was told to stay there. And to my dismay everyone sang “Happy Birthday” and then I blew out the candles (made of pure wax) then finally got to sit down with me large piece of cake. The taste of chocolate cake made me mellow out and I actually started to enjoy the festivities a bit.

To be honest I almost forgot about the whole quest until I went out of the tent to get some air. Then I remembered Luscious and he saw everything that happened with my grandfather and I. Going back into the woods I whistled to see if Luscious would whistle back. “Luscious?” I whispered as quietly but loud enough for something to hear. A dark figure crawled out from behind a tree I drew my sword,” Relax miss secret, it’s just me.”
“ Don’t you remember about telling me first, you could’ve been a shadow beast. And then you would’ve been dead.”
“ Or you would’ve been.”
I paused, why do I take almost everything for granite. I’m sick of doing that. Falling back into a tree trunk I sat on the ground not knowing what to say.
“ Sorry.”
“ What?”
“ I’m sorry about your grandfather.”
“ It wasn’t your fault.”
I gritted my teeth and spoke in a harsher tone than I meant to.
“ Look I’ve had a hard day and I don’t need to do this again.”

Sitting in the awkward silence I thought about the seen that I viewed from a low view. Everything happened so fast I still couldn’t believe he was gone but I tried looking ahead instead of constantly looking back. I have to be brave, but what’s stopping me. There’s like a barrier in front of me that I keep running into.
“ Hello, Ebony. I’ve been shouting your name for the last five minutes.”
“ I’m spaced out right now.”
“ Go rest.”
“ Don’t tell me what to do.”
But I got up and walked towards my house anyway (I wanted to sleep but my soul wanted something else). Walking inside the door all I could hear was silence so I walked up to my room and found all my gifts there. Most of them were useful so I packed them up, packed up some clothing, food and water. Carefully creeping out I went over to my grandfathers house and stepped inside. Shivers went up my spine, I crept twoard the fireplace and removed the brick, there was the dragon egg. Holding out in my cupped hands carefully I suddenly realized it was cracking. Almost dropping the poor egg I caught it just in time and the shell fully cracked. Inside was a black dragon, it hopped out and started looking at me with it’s big blue eyes. Putting my hand close to its face it almost walked into it but instead turned away a threw blue fire out of its mouth not much bigger than a pencil. Quickly backing away just in time the blue fire hit the fireplace and burned up unusually quick.

Not wanting to waste anytime I scooped up the startled dragon that just started blowing fireballs and put it in a chest the perfect size for it to fit. I packed up the things grandfather said I would need for the quest, like: the maps, the gear in the chest and any other extra supplies I could carry. I flung on my packs and got grandfathers young horse, Terieth. Tying a few things on him I also got his other horse who was middle aged, Florish. Putting the chest on her back I tied them down so they wouldn’t go lose, I ran for another rope and hooked the two horses together. Flinging myself over Terieth, I gave a click and dug in with my heels and we started galloping away. There is a place where I used to go with my father when he let me hunt dragons with him. It was a sister-wood to our ancient woods, the water there was also pure but it was a fair distance away, I think 16 hours at the most. First I had to raise a dragon, then I could continue my quest.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 03.06.2010

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